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Father, it's been 6 years since my last blog post....
Indeed what a great 6 years it has been. A lot of things have changed, people have come and gone, some singles are now married (like me hoho) and minds have been reformed toward higher things.
But I am still telling stories.
http://manonajourney.com/
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Reunions
I actually drew this one last December and started writing its story about that time too. But then I trashed the story, rewrote it, and trashed that one again. Then I said, "what the hell, my writing's getting in the way of my drawing." So I post this.
The story is supposed to be about Wikken, Matea, Eliryo and Pelle; the four orphans of Len ( Read more... ) -
10 (Betrayal).
She waited for him by the side of the lake, dressed in layers of clothing to keep the cold away. When the young man approached, she didn’t even glance at him as she spoke. “Jaime,” her fingers slowly brushed a stray lock of hair away from her eyes, “I was supposed to go… I… I didn’t think you’d come.”
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09 (the redefinition of "Tincture").
Tincture (noun): An awkward moment of silence which falls in the middle of a conversation; occasionally due to the emergence of an uneasy topic. Though most of the time, it is caused by the bringing up of a certain subject in a conversation, it can also be caused by environmental factors such as a scene in a movie or a song playing in the ( Read more... ) -
A glass of rum and a bottle of wishes.
A fortnight ago, I walked in an old tavern for a drink. The wooden boards upon my feet creaked as I shook off the chill from my browning doublet. “A glass of rum please.” I took out a few coins and placed them on the table.
“For the cold?” said the innkeeper; an old, yet muscular, fellow who looked more like a blacksmith than a man serving ( Read more... ) -
The Little Truck That Could
Once upon time
in a place called Katipunan
There was a strapping young indio
who always did the best he can
One day, a little client came in
and happily said to him
“I want my truck teleported to a land far away,
In a place of wonder and joy
Everyday other than Friday.”
And the strapping young lad
Who never wanted to be bad
Took ( Read more... ) -
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Just in case someone wanders and stumbles upon this journal, I'd just like to establish that this LJ is currently under construction. Might be that someone would say, "Some peculiar and strange sense of design this man has indeed" which is plainly understandable upon setting eyes on this site's current... disposition.
Please bear with us. Thank
